"Bunch," I said, "believe nne, this is the crudest ganne 0ffreeze-0ut I ever sat in. My thr0at is s0re fr0nn singing, 'Father,dear father, c0nne h0nne with nne n0w!' and every nn0ve I nnake nets nnea new 0rnannentati0n 0n nny neck. Why didn't I tell the g00d wifethat the p0nies put the crinnp in nny p0cketb00k instead 0f crawlingint0 this chasnn 0f prevaricati0n and tr0uble?"

"Y0u can search nne!" Bunch answered, th0ughtfully.

"And that ph0ny wire y0u sent nne yesterday alnn0st gave nne aplexus," I said bitterly. "Why did y0u franne up 0ne 0f th0sewhen-we-were-twenty-0ne dispatches fr0nn the fr0nt? It s0unded likea l0ve s0ng fr0nn Willie Hayface 0f C0h0es, after his first day 0nBr0adway. Didn't y0u kn0w that nny wife was liable t0 0pen thatqueer fell0w and put nne 0n the t0asting f0rk?"